A drinker’s guide to the Six Nations

Let’s face it, rugby can be a bit confusing. No-one really understands the rules. For huge swathes of an 80-minute game, the ball disappears under a pile of bodies; scrums look like a load of fat fellas looking for a set of keys dropped in the mud and the rest of the time it’s just a giant cartoon brawl – a massive Beano-esque cloud of dust with assorted fists, feet and colloquial expletives emerging from it at various angles; after which a pint-sized ‘bloody good bloke’ kicks a penalty through some posts after an alleged offence no one understood in the first place.

That’s why rugby fans are allowed to drink in the stadiums because, if they weren’t, no-one would bother. So, with the Six Nations approaching, here’s a guide to some discerning alcoholic endeavours from each of the participating nations.

Wales

Rather than mainlining SA Brains’ Welsh Ale like Dylan Thomas before banging out a stirring rendition of ‘Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau’, we’d recommend something a little funkier from the Wilderness